A Little, Black Book

Nitroglycerin

They call it "Angel's Lust." It's a post-mortem erection that occurs when death is swift and painful, such as hanging, poisoning, ballistic damage, or just whacking it while tying a belt around your your neck and "accidentally" asphyxiating yourself. Of course, it's not limited to men. Women experience (upon death) a swelling of their clitoris and may even have blood discharged after some time. You didn't need to know this for the story, but now it's stuck in your head and you know it. That's just how life works sometimes; it feeds you unnecessary information that seems important, but eventually you tell your brain to shut it out. For instance, were you able to catch that second "your" when reading the second sentence? 

The sun was blistering hot on this particular summer day. The playground was unsettling empty, save for one lone boy who swung back and forth on the swing set. His eyes were hung heavy with dark rings that should've belonged to someone much older than he was. Had you not noticed his youthful face, you could've sworn that the eyes belonged to an alcoholic or a drug addict looking for their next fix.

What was even more unsettling was his choice of attire. A dark hoodie that made black look pale by comparison, jeans so worn they looked as if they've been through hell and back, and so many bracelets and accessories on his wrists, he could sell them at a local flea market as an artisan. 

Had he not been alone at the park from the start, his cold scowl and demeanor would've made quick work of that. As he continued to swing back and forth, he mumbled something under his breath that couldn't be heard, unless you had the same all knowing power of god.

"Sorry, what did you say?" The sudden voice from the girl behind him gave him quite the fright. As he tumbled off the swing set and tasted the gravel on the floor, he looked up to see who took him out of his trance.

A girl roughly the same age looked down at him with a cheerful looking smile. Her eyes pierced into his veil with such brilliance, he was nearly blinded, but of course, it was just the sun. He raised his hand to block the sun and get a better look at the girl. As his eyes narrowed, his view got more clear, and his eyes began to wander down... 

"Oi! Eyes up, soldier!" She squatted down to eye level and stared directly into his eyes. They could clearly see each other's eyes for the first time. "Huh... Blue eyes..."

"Hazel eyes..." He said in return. 

She smiled and offered him her hand. "My name also, love. Hazel, that is"

The boy took the hand and stood up with Hazel. "It's nice to meet you, Hazel. My name is Nito." Something seemed off to Nito. "Hang on. Are you English?"

"Yup! Why do you ask?" Her voice sounded so cheerful.

"What in the FUCK are you doing in Texas???" His voice sounded so strained.

"Oi! What do you mean 'what am I doing in Texas???' I live here, you nitwit!" Hazel cocked her hips to the side and settled her hand on it. She pointed towards Nito. "That's a bit rude, in'it? To blurt out something as ludicrous as that!"

Nito backed up from her scowl. "I'm just saying. It's hot as hell here, and you decided it was a good idea to go FUCKIN' TEXAS!"

Hazel swayed her hips again and crossed her arms. "You do realize that I didn't choose to move to Texas, right? My father moved us here since his new oil ranch was opening up." 

Oil ranch. English accent. Posh attitude. Father. This girl was a straight up princess from "old money". 

Nito scratched his head. "I see..." The silence that followed could only be described as "awkward". Nito slowly reached into his pocket to grab his phone.